tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33648014000094610392012-02-16T22:24:36.402+03:00The world from the eyes of a newly born heartBlue Waveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01519383323169462001noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364801400009461039.post-421321609558248232008-02-21T20:30:00.004+03:002008-02-22T02:17:27.764+03:00

All this extremely complicated mixture where every group want to survive and stand for it’s own religion beliefs and culture at any price, even if it goes to the extent of a civil war,,, everyday I learn something new about the Lebanese psych something that shocks me sometimes and impresses me some others, I have to say that I really Admire the way Lebanese people work on themselves in all

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I'm not a BIG fan of winter! Yet I love the enjoyment of warmness once u start chilling, anything that makes u feel warm, cuupa tea, mug of HOT coffee, or HOT chocolate, .... Yet.. I think what I really feel like, and I guess every single, or to be more accurate, most of single women might feel like having in such a cold weather, is the WARMTH OF FEELINGS. Well, surrounded by ur family members

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HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EVERYONE has been such a long time.... God everyday I feel like writing something on my blog then I feel like doing it sometime later, and it is enough to know that last time I was blogging I was feeling hot , “ not in the bad sense :P” and now am feeling cold , God seasons changed and winter came back , and still am hesitating to blog , so I just decided to click on

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I HAVE GRADUATED ...

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It would feel like heaven .... if u wake up at (7) It would feel great .... if u wake up at (8) It would feel fine .... if u wake up at (9) It would be fun .... if u wake up at (10) and that is ONLY if u sleep EARLY! Concerning 11 & 12 .. that reminds me of myself and at 1 or 2 ... that would be very true.. The ideal time for me to shine and rise .. I'm really confused u guys .. and I

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Isn't it funny how we spend our times under very important titles like (Working), and in some jobs if we give it a deeper look.. it is just a way of spending time at an official place, in order to get our salary at the end of the month ,, I know thousands of Kuwaitis out there do that,, and maybe me one day ,, anyway I just saw this pic in my email inbox and I wanted to share it ;)

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Can "torture" be beautiful in some cases ... well maybe :) , why not? I know that sounds weird and unacceptable, but after a deeper look at the topic in hand, we can think of one simple example for the beautiful torture .. " LOVE ", love is a very complicated feeling .. every person has her/ his own theory of it. In many love stories .. the partners or maybe one partner get tortured in the love

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- Why I'm always late?? - Why I always do things at the last minute?? -Why when I decide to stop a bad habit, I find my self doing it the next day?? - Why it's always the case that when I have an exam I do every single thing I don't need to do instead of studying, and then when I get to study, I realize that I should have started earlier??! - Why I always do lists of things to do,

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منذ فترة ليست بالقصيرة .. كُتب لي أن أزور أنا وأهلي الديار المقدسة في الأراضي السعودية .. زرنا المدينة المنورة ثم ذهبنا إلى مكة المكرمة .. واعتمرنا .. والحمدلله .. . و في أحد الأيام .. ذهبنا أنا وأمي إلى الحرم لنؤدي صلاة المغرب .. وثمَ توجهنا إلى "صحن الحرم" لننتظر هناك حتى يحين وقت صلاة العشاء.. فنصليها في الصحن.. ولكن كالعادة مُنعنا من ذلك .. وطلبت منا إحدى العاملات في الحرم بأن نذهب لنصلي

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استعمرت قلبي وشيدت مباني الشوق الشاهقات.. بنيت قصوراً وحفرت قبوراً .. قبور جند القلب .. ضحايا الحب .. فالويل والثبور .. لكل من يثور ضد جنون حبك .. تملكت كل أرض في قلبي وشيدت لك على مزارعه "عزبة" .. وعاش قلبي في وطنه في غربة ..كثر الضحايا و غطى اللون الأحمر كل شبرٍ في قلبي .. فما كان مني إلا أن أكسر الأغلال و أعلن الإستقلال.. فتباً لهذا الحب .. وهذا توقيعي على وثيقة استقلال قلب ملاحظة أسفل

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كيف لي عن نور الشمس من مفر ؟ وهي التي خُلقت لكل البشرحجبت نورها عني سنين .. فوهن الجسم وشاب القلب من الحنينظننت أن الحب ريحاناً وياسمين.. لكنه يدمي القلب كقطع حد السكينفما للقلب مداوٍ بعد رب العالمينإلا من حجبت عنها القلب سنيناً وسنينشمس الوطن.. شمس الأهل والأحباب..شمس المدرسة والأصحابشمس ذكرياتٍ وقصورٍ على الشاطئ قد بُنيت من ترابإني عائدة إليك يا شمس فبالله عليك أنسيني جراح الأمس

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كل شيءٍ ينهار .. كل شيءٍ ينهار .. إني أشم رائحة الغبار .. ما كل هذا الدمار؟! دم يسيل .. دم قلب عليل .. فُتن بحب مجنون .. تعلم فيه من الحب كل الفنون ..البئر ينضب.. والشمس تغرب .. والعشب الأخضر في الصحراء يتحطب .....كذلك حال الحب .. كذلك حال القلب ....مشى قلبي دروباً طويلة .. حتى مل و تعب وضل الطريق .. وأضاع في وسط الدرب الرفيق.. فضل يمشي وحيداٌ في ظلمة وبرد...إٍني أراه يكفن في لحد..

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